Return
by Obsidian Phantasy
Summary: After the death of someone close to him, Harry delves into dark magics to try to bring the person back, while Voldie's on the rise. BtVS/HP crossover
1. Author's Notes

Authors Notes:  
  
Yes, yes I know, the incredibly boring part. I'm writing this all separately to get it out of the way now. Consider this a warning to all.  
  
Harry Potter and everything contained in its universe belongs to J.K. Rowling. Buffy and all related information and characters belong to Joss Whedon. I worship both creators for introducing us to their beloved characters and would like to make it clear that this story does not provide any profit for myself. I am simply borrowing these characters to create a piece of work that I wanted to share.  
  
This story will contain spoilers for all Harry Potter books, including the most recent, Order of the Phoenix. If you have not yet read book five I suggest you do so before reading this fanfiction, as some parts will confuse you without the background knowledge. As far as Buffy spoilers go, as long as you've seen the series finale you'll be fine. There may also be some mention of Angel and its characters, who also belong to Joss Whedon, but I'm not sure yet if they will be involved.  
  
There will be romance in this fic, to which level I'm not yet sure, but I'm placing an R rating to be safe. The earlier chapters will build up to the plot, but I'll try not to bore you with any unnecessary information. I'm not telling you the pairings, as that will ruin part of the fun, but I'll try my best to keep you all interested.  
  
Any flames will be disregarded, unless they contain constructive criticism. I also have already picked out which characters will be paired so there is no use in begging for different ships. If someone should wish to post this story on their own website or provide a link to it, I have no problem with that. As long as they email me and ask for permission I'll be perfectly happy.  
  
I hope that you, the reader enjoy this little story. And now.ONWARDS! 


	2. Prologue

Prologue:  
  
On the floor of the smallest bedroom of number 4 Privet Drive sat a 16-year- old boy. His jet hair was, if possible, even messier than usual, and his bright green eyes were dull and rimmed with red.  
  
In his hands he clutched an old photograph. Three people grinned up at him and waved, as people in wizarding pictures often do; one man with messy black hair like himself, and another with a handsome grin who winked. In between was a pretty redheaded woman with the same bright green eyes.  
  
Harry Potter stared blankly at the photograph of his parents and their best man at their wedding. Fifteen years ago his parents had been left him, and only a month ago his godfather, Sirius Black, had been taken from him as well. Harry had barely slept since he realized that Sirius would not be coming back. Whenever he closed his eyes he could see Sirius' body fall back through the veil. He could still hear Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream as the closest person to a father he'd ever had, died.  
  
Harry rubbed furiously at his eyes, and focused himself on the task at hand. Drawn on the floor around him was a white pentacle, with lit candles all around. In the center with him, there was the photograph, a small and dirty mirror, and a clay urn with ancient writing inscribed upon it.  
  
Ever since he had returned to his aunt and uncle's home, Harry had been preparing for this night. Countless hours had been spent sneaking onto Dudley's computer, gathering the information he needed off of the muggle Internet. The urn had been the hardest to get. He'd finally had to owl-mail- order it through a small dark-magic shop he'd been in once down Knockturn Alley, 'Borgin and Burkes'.  
  
"Osiris!" Harry began his spell, invoking the god and waving incense in the air around him. With the Dursley's out for the night, and the curtains closed tightly, no one would know what he was doing. No one would be able to stop him.  
  
"Hear me! I invoke thy power in the name of my ancestors. Osiris! Surrender his soul, return him to flesh!" Harry dipped his fingers into the urn and anointed himself with the blood in contained. Unicorn blood.  
  
He spoke the incantation that was on the clay urn, while copying the same sigils onto the small, square mirror.  
  
"I demand that he be returned! Osiris!" Winds began to howl outside, and Harry felt the temperature of the room drop around him.  
  
"May his blood flow, his heart beat; may he be returned to life! Osiris! Give him back! Return Sirius Black to life! Osiris! Give him back! Give him BACK! GIVE HIM BACK!" Harry was now sobbing freely. The mirror in front of him began to glow, and in the picture the younger Sirius shimmered.  
  
"Osiris!"  
  
The candles flickerd, and a voice could be heard chanting. It came from everywhere around him.  
  
"OSIRIS! GIVE HIM BACK! I DEMAND THAT SIRIUS BLACK BE RETURNED TO LIFE!" The glow from the mirror filled the room, and Harry's tears overtook him.  
  
"SIRIUS!"  
  
And all was dark. *** End Prologue. 


	3. Chapter One

Thousands of miles away, in Los Angeles, California, a young woman tossed and turned in her bed. She'd dreamt of a young man, and the blackest of magics surrounding him.  
  
Willow Rosenberg sighed as she extracted herself from her lover's embrace. She crept silently to the door and padded down the hall to the large kitchen at the end. She smiled at the petite blonde sitting at the table.  
  
"Couldn't sleep?" Buffy Summers asked, holding out a chocolate chip cookie.  
  
"Weird dream," Willow said, taking a seat at the table. She took the proffered cookie and began to nibble on it.  
  
"Weird?" Buffy's face scrunched up in confusion. "Normal weird? Or big-bad's-brewin'-and -freaky-stuff's-gonna-happen-to-us-soon weird?"  
  
"Freaky-stuff's-gonna-happen weird." Willow sighed and took another cookie. "Isn't it always though?"  
  
"Unfortunately. Oh well, things were starting to get a little boring without someone trying to torture or kill us."  
  
"You forgot maim."  
  
"That too." Buffy looked over at her best friend. "Hey, I don't mean to be meddle-girl, but is everything okay between you and Kennedy? I mean, not that it's any of my business, because it's yours. Business I mean, well of course it's your business I just-"  
  
"It's ok Buff," Willow said, cutting her off. "To tell you the truth, things aren't that good. I just, I don't think I'm in love with her." She played with a piece of her bright red hair.  
  
"Oh," Buffy bit her lip, unsure as how to continue.  
  
"I don't want to hurt her, but how can I tell the woman who taught me it was okay to love again that I don't want to be with her?"  
  
"I really wish I knew what to tell you Wills."  
  
"Next week's lotto numbers would be nice, but I'll settle for some advice." The two exchanged small smiles, but were interrupted before anything else could be said.  
  
"HOLY SHIT!" Buffy and Willow took off like rockets to where the scream had come from. With the slayer in the lead, the two raced through the halls of their rented house.  
  
"Faith! Robin!" Buffy burst open the door of the room that was shared by ex-Sunnydale High principal Robin Wood, and ex-Rogue slayer Faith. Blankets were strewn across the two, and their nakedness gave a clear indication of what they had been doing before the interruption.  
  
"Oh dear," Willow said quietly, turning as red as her hair. No one paid her any mind though, as their attention was focused on the prone figure lying on the floor in front of them. It was an adult man, and while he appeared normal in every other way, he was dressed VERY oddly.  
  
"Hey B, friend of yours?" Faith asked while grabbing her clothes off of the floor and passing Robin his. Buffy walked over and prodded the stranger with her foot.  
  
"Nope. Don't think I know any guys who would wear a dress. In public anyways."  
  
"And I really don't want to ask," Robyn interjected, cringing at her last comment. "Ah, Willow? Mind getting rid of the crowd?" He gestured towards the group of girls gathering around the door.  
  
"Oh! Yeah, I'm on it. Okay, shoo, run along. Nothing to see here. Just your ordinary, every day, run-of-the-mill man in a dress and tired- sweaty people who-" Willow's voice died off as she herded the former- potential-but-now-active slayers back to their rooms.  
  
Buffy crouched down next to the man and studied him. "Well, he's breathing, so he's not a vamp."  
  
"And the slayer-sense isn't really sending off any warning bells. I don't think he's a demon B." Faith, now fully dressed, joined her next to the prone figure.  
  
"Right, because demons usually have a sign and a nametag. 'Hello, my name is-'" Robyn trailed off at a shared look from the girls. The three refocused as the mystery man gave a groan. "I think he's waking up."  
  
"Thank you, Captain Obvious. Hey, are you okay?" Buffy gave him a small nudge.  
  
"Harry," the man groaned.  
  
"Harry? Is that your name?" The man groaned and started to push himself into an upright position.  
  
"No-Oh Merlin's balls." He collapsed back down to the floor before vomiting.  
  
"Ugh. Man that is some nasty shit."  
  
"Faith," Buffy said in a warning voice. "What's your name?" The man looked at her, confused for a moment.  
  
"Er, my name? It's, er, Black. Sirius Black."  
  
***  
  
"Willow?" Kennedy walked over to her girlfriend, who had just finished herding the other girls back to their rooms.  
  
"Oh! Kennedy, hi." Kennedy came up behind her and put an arm around her waist. Willow stiffened before pulling away. The brunette gave her an odd look before opening her mouth again to speak.  
  
"What was with the crowd?"  
  
"Something happened in Robin and Faith's room." Kennedy gave her a questioning look.  
  
"What kind of something?"  
  
"I really don't know. Buffy's looking into it." Kennedy's look turned from questioning to suggestive.  
  
"So, you're off the hook?" She made to put her arms around Willow. For the second time that night, Willow avoided her girlfriend's embrace. It didn't go unnoticed. "Geez Will!"  
  
"What?" Willow said uncomfortably.  
  
"You're always flinching away from me! We haven't made love in weeks and now you won't even let me touch you!" By now, Kennedy's voice had risen to a yell, and several of the girls had wandered back into the hall.  
  
"Kennedy, calm down. You're making a scene!"  
  
"I don't CARE!" Willow looked at her helplessly before gathering her wits.  
  
"Hey! Floor show's over people!" She snapped at the now re-gathering crowd. She grabbed Kennedy by the arm and hauled her back to their room. She slammed the door behind them, and then turned to face her girlfriend.  
  
"What, Will? Are you going to deny it?" Kennedy said in an especially nasty tone. Willow flinched slightly before meeting her gaze.  
  
"No." This was obviously not the response Kennedy was expecting, but she recovered quickly.  
  
"Then what the HELL is going on?"  
  
" Kennedy," Willow sighed before continuing. "I should have said something a long time ago."  
  
"What-said what, Will?"  
  
"I-I-Kennedy, I don't want to hurt you. I really don't! I'm just, I care about you. I do. But I'm not in love with you." Kennedy looked as though she'd been slapped.  
  
"You-you're not in love with me? But what about that witch-bitch Amy's spell? I thought your feelings for me broke it?"  
  
"No, I mean yes, I mean, Oh Goddess I don't know what I mean. Maybe. Kennedy, you taught me that it was okay to have feelings. That it was okay to fall in love again. I did have feelings for you, they just don't run that deep."  
  
"And you were going to mention this when?"  
  
"I tried. I'm sorry."  
  
"Yeah, well thanks. 'Cause, you know, that means A LOT right now." Sarcasm oozed from her mouth.  
  
"I-"  
  
"Don't you DARE tell me you're sorry again you-" She was cut off by a knock at the door.  
  
"Uh, guys?" It opened to reveal a teenaged brunette with large blue eyes. "Oh! Am I interrupting? I'm interrupting. I'm sorry!"  
  
"It's okay, Dawnie." Willow managed a weak smile. Kennedy gave a growl under her breath before pushing past them both. She disappeared down the hall, and an uncomfortable silence fell across the room. Dawn Summers shifted on her feet before speaking again.  
  
"Um, Buffy said to round up the gang in the kitchen." She bit her lip.  
  
"Okey-doke! Let's go!" Willow feigned cheerfulness.  
  
"Are you okay, Will?" Willow smiled again, a real smile, before putting her arm around the other girl and leading her down the hall.  
  
" I'm ok, sweetie. Things just went kablooie because I put something off."  
  
"You guys broke up, didn't you?" Willow's only response was a small nod. "Good. OH! I didn't mean it like that! It's just, you always seemed so much happier when you were with-"  
  
"With Tara," Willow finished. She gave a soft sigh. "Yeah, I was." The two finished their stroll to the kitchen in a more companionable silence than before. When they entered, the rest of the Scooby Gang looked up at them.  
  
Rupert Giles leaned against the wall opposite them, and gave them a smile and a nod as a greeting. Faith sat on the counter with Robin by her side. Xander Harris sat at the table next to the dark-haired man Willow had last seen unconscious. Buffy sat on the stranger's other side and gestured towards the girls as they took the two remaining seats at the table.  
  
"This is Willow, and my sister Dawn," Buffy said to the man. She looked back at the two and spoke again. "Guys, this is Sirius Black." Both girls murmured a hello, and the man nodded at them before turning his attention back to the mug of tea that had been placed in front of him.  
  
Sirius was a handsome man, though he looked slightly malnourished, and had a dead look to his eyes. His hands were shaking slightly, Willow noticed, and he eventually wrapped them around his mug to stop them.  
  
"Where are the others?" Dawn asked softly. "I mean Andrew's usually-"  
  
"Flittering about with his annoying commentary of events? Yes, I had Danielle deal with all of them. At least it will keep that damned woman busy." The last bit had been muttered under his breath, but everyone still heard. Xander bit back laugh at the mention of the only other watcher in the house.  
  
Buffy cleared her throat and everyone turned his or her attention back to her. "Okay, Sirius. I want you to tell them everything you told me."  
  
Sirius took a large sip of his tea before opening his mouth and recounting his tale.  
  
***  
  
End Chapter one. * 1-thanks to everyone who reviewed! * 2-the spell that Kennedy makes mention to that was done by Amy was from the seventh season. Willow turned into Warren after kissing Kennedy because of guilt. For more details, check out an episode summary. 


	4. Chapter Two

Author's Notes: Hello everyone! Thank you to everyone who reviewed. To answer a question, yes Harry will be paired with someone from BtVS. Most of you will probably figure it out, but I'm not saying for sure. At the end of this chapter, I'm including a tiny teaser for chapter three. Nothing much, just a little dialogue. Enjoy!  
  
Chapter Two:  
  
"There's parts of this that probably won't make any sense to you, they barely make sense to me, but I'll try anyways. My name is Sirius Black, and I'm a wizard. I went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."  
  
"A school for magic!?" Willow cut in, her eyes lighting up in excitement.  
  
"Er, yes."  
  
"A whole school? Are there lots of students? What do they teach? How come I've never heard of it? Are there more schools like that? Where is Hogwarts? What-"  
  
"Willow, do be quiet and let Mr. Black continue his story," Giles cut in before she could ask any more questions.  
  
"Oh! Sorry. I didn't mean to babble. I do that a lot," she added to Sirius. He just nodded before continuing.  
  
"Hogwarts is currently run by Albus Dumbledore. He's a powerful wizard and a truly great man. He's also the only person that Voldemort has ever feared."  
  
"Voltron?" Buffy asked while making a face. Dawn giggled while Giles sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.  
  
"Voldemort," Sirius corrected. "Around 30 years ago, a dark wizard began gathering followers. He was extremely powerful, and not many dared to oppose him. He killed muggles, muggle-borns, and even half-bloods. Thought they were less than human. He was basically a power hungry bigot."  
  
"What's a muggle?" Dawn asked.  
  
"Oh, right. You lot wouldn't know. A muggle is a non-magical person. Someone with absolutely no magic in their blood. Some wizards, like Voldemort, think that this makes them a sub-species. They're often referred to as 'mudbloods'. It means dirty blood. It's a real big insult with wizards. Voldemort killed hundreds of people. He called his followers 'Death-Eaters'; they were cruel and vindictive. My best mate from school was killed by Voldemort 15 years ago. He and his wife were murdered by that bastard. Somehow their son survived, and Voldemort was killed instead. At least, we thought he was dead.  
  
"Now he's back, and he's planning on picking up where he left off. James, my best mate, his wife Lily, and their son Harry were protected by a charm. I don't understand all the details, but a secret-keeper would be chosen and unless the person told Voldemort specifically, he would never be able to find them. Everyone thought that I was the secret-keeper, and a traitor. When I caught up with the real traitor, he murdered twelve muggles, faked his own death, and framed me for all of it."  
  
He paused for a moment, and drank again from his mug of tea. Everyone around him was quiet, and Dawn was wiping her eyes.  
  
"More tea, Sirius?" Giles asked, taking the pot off of the stove. At Sirius' nod, he refilled the mug before pouring some for himself.  
  
"What is it with you Brits and tea?" Xander suddenly asked. He switched to a horrible fake accent. "Oh dear, the world is ending! We're all terribly upset! Serve the tea! Ow!" Buffy whacked him on the back of his head.  
  
"I'm sorry, Xander's stupidity rears it's ugly head and bites us in the ass all the time." Buffy apologized to Sirius.  
  
"S'alright," He managed a small smile. He cleared his throat before continuing. "I spent twelve years in the wizard prison Azkaban." He continued to tell them about his escape, being hunted by the dementors, the Order of the Phoenix, Harry, and finally the duel with Bellatrix Lestrange.  
  
"So, you died," Xander said. It was more of a statement than a question.  
  
"Damn B, maybe you should start a support group or something," Faith added.  
  
***  
  
Remus Lupin sat in the kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld Place. He glanced across the table and exchanged a look with Molly Weasley before turning to Harry.  
  
"Harry," he began. "What happened last night at the Dursleys?" Harry Potter sat silently in his sear, refusing to meet either of the adults' gazes. "Harry, we wont be mad, but you gave your Aunt and Uncle quite a scare. They said that when they found you, you were unconscious, and there was blood all around you."  
  
"It doesn't matter. It didn't work," Harry said flatly.  
  
"What didn't work dear?" Molly asked gently.  
  
"Do you even care that he's gone?" Remus looked at him in shock.  
  
"Harry, what are you-"  
  
"Sirius. I thought he was supposed to be your best friend. But you don't even care. You just sit there and smile. Do you even care that he died? That no one will ever know that he was innocent? He's dead, and you don't even CARE!" Harry's voice broke with emotion and tears welled up in his eyes. He looked over at Remus and was shocked to see tears running down his face.  
  
"Of course I care." Remus made no move to wipe away his tears. Molly gave a tiny sob before getting up and leaving the two men alone at the table.  
  
"If you care than how can you just sit there? How can you just accept it?"  
  
"Because I have no choice. Harry, people die. I've lost friends before, your parents included, and I've realized that stopping our own lives won't bring anyone back. Nothing can bring back Sirius now. He's gone."  
  
"I tried."  
  
"What?"  
  
"Last night. I tried a spell to bring him back. I did everything it said to do. I used the mirror that Sirius had given me as a link." Harry looked down at his hands in his lap. "The mirror that he and my dad had used to talk to each other during detentions. He gave it to me when we left at Christmas. I broke it, but I-I fixed it after. I found an urn of Osiris. I used the unicorn blood in it and anointed myself as the anchor. I wrote the right sigils on the mirror. I had a photograph of him. I sat in the middle of the pentagram, I said the right words; I even used the right fucking incense! But it didn't work. There was a light, and the picture did something odd, and I heard voices. I thought it worked and then I was unconscious. When I woke up I thought he'd be back. He wasn't. Why didn't he come back?"  
  
"Harry," Remus sobbed out his name before pulling him into an embrace.  
  
*  
  
"Potter did WHAT?!"  
  
"Calm down Severus."  
  
"For Merlin's sake Albus! The boy used dark magics to try and resurrect his mutt of a godfather. I know you have a soft spot for him, but this is taking things too far!" Severus Snape's nostrils flared with anger as he faced the headmaster. It infuriated him to no end that Albus Dumbledore could sit so calmly at his desk, sucking on a lemon drop.  
  
"We all deal with loss in different ways, Severus. You should know this better than anyone."  
  
"Yes, but not many people actually try to resurrect the dead!"  
  
"And even fewer succeed."  
  
"What has that got to do with-Albus you can't possibly mean-"  
  
"Harry is a powerful wizard; especially for someone his age. I'm actually quite surprised that he hasn't got his own chocolate frog card. Now that's a real honor," Dumbledore mused.  
  
"But-but-" Snape sputtered, his eyes wide with shock.  
  
"Funny thing about death. Natural cause is very vague. It includes death by malady, or by another human being (or creature, let's not be exclusive), but only directly. Death by say, a ball of pure energy, or falling beyond a veil is considered mystical. And of course we all know that mystical deaths are not truly meant to happen," Dumbledore pause. "Lemon drop?" He offered.  
  
"Then Potter DID succeed. But then where is Black now?"  
  
"Unfortunately, without a body it's very difficult for someone to come back in a specific place. I believe Sirius is currently in California."  
  
"America, Albus?"  
  
"Yes. I've already had an owl sent inviting them all to Hogwarts. I feel that they will all be quite useful in the coming months."  
  
"They? And who, Headmaster, might they be?"  
  
"A delightful group of champions lead by a Miss Summers. The slayer. I believe they refer to themselves as the 'Scooby Gang'."  
  
" 'Slayer'? 'Scooby'?" Severus looked quite lost, and even the portraits on the walls, who of course, had been listening attentively, were confused.  
  
"All will be explained when they arrive Severus. Are you sure you wouldn't care for a lemon drop?"  
  
*  
  
Everyone sat in a pensive silence in the kitchen. After several minutes of brainstorming, even Giles was at a loss of what to do next. It had been suggested that the contact Dumbledore, but Sirius had explained that wizards used owls to send the post. As no one had an owl, nor where to get one, they were back at square one. Of course, as a general rule, when in the company of the slayer, silence is usually broken with a scream. And it seemed that tonight, Fate did not wish to dissapoint.  
  
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Everyone jumped and began the race towards the kitchen door when a woman burst in from the hall.  
  
"M-M-Mr. Giles! T-there's a-a-" The woman seemed to be in a state of shock and could not stop stuttering. She looked quite the mess with her brown hair falling out of its messy bun and her flannel pajamas in disarray.  
  
"There's a what, Danielle? Come on, out with it woman!" Giles thundered exasperatedly. Danielle meeped in surprise before managing to stutter out a bit more.  
  
"S-some of the girls were up, a-and I was s-sending them to be when it flew through the open w-window." She seemed to be calming down slightly, as though she realized what a fuss she'd been making. "It's an owl. And it has a-a letter?" She elaborated, now looking thoroughly confused at the fact that an owl had delivered a letter.  
  
"An owl?" Buffy asked. After Danielle nodded in confirmation, Buffy's face grew thoughtful. "Huh. Good timing."  
  
*  
  
Dear Ms. Summers,  
  
It has been brought to my attention that you currently have a former student of mine in your company. I do hope that Sirius might have mentioned our world, owl post in particular, or I'm afraid you may have received quite a fright.  
  
I am writing this letter to invite you and your associates to Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm sure that Sirius has made mention of Lord Voldemort by now. With Voldemort gaining more and more power and supporters, there are few with the strength to resist him. I ask that you help us to fight him. Please gather a team of your most trusted allies to journey to the wizarding world with you.  
  
If you accept my offer, please send a reply via this owl. If not, I will arrange for an associate of mine to meet Sirius and bring him back to Europe. I await your reply.  
  
Sincerely,  
  
Albus Dumbledore  
  
Headmaster Supreme Mugwump Order of Merlin 1st class  
  
*  
  
Dear Headmaster Dumbledore,  
  
After careful consideration, we have chosen to accept your offer. Several friends and myself are willing to travel to Hogwarts.  
  
Just one question: How do we get there?  
  
Sincerely,  
  
Buffy Summers  
  
Vampire Slayer Died twice  
  
*  
  
Dear Ms. Summers,  
  
I have arranged for two gentlemen to meet you in California. I assure you that they can be completely trusted. Upon meeting them you will take a portkey to Hogsmeade (the wizarding village near our school). If you have any questions, I am sure that Sirius will be able to provide you with most of the answers.  
  
Sincerely,  
  
Albus Dumbledore  
  
Currently with the 3rd highest printing of Chocolate Frog cards.  
  
*  
  
"Chocolate Frogs?"  
  
*  
  
End Chapter Two. And, as promised, a teaser of the next chapter:  
  
"Stop grumbling Severus."  
  
"I'll grumble whenever the hell I want to grumble Lupin."  
  
"Well, at least you'll give the group a good idea of what to expect from you."  
  
"Shut up."  
  
"Tell me Severus, do you practice that snarl in the mirror?"  
  
"Where the hell are we going anyways?"  
  
"You have the address."  
  
"No, I gave it to you when we arrived."  
  
"Are you sure?"  
  
"Lupin-"  
  
"Hang on."  
  
"It's probably fallen out of one of your shabby pockets."  
  
"It's go to be in here somewhere."  
  
"Oh this is bloody marvelous! Not only are we lost in the muggle world, but it's sodding America!"  
  
"Don't you like it here Severus? I thought you might enjoy the sights."  
  
"Of course! I've adored the bloody sightseeing! Never seen anything more beautiful than a city of smog and muggle prostitutes."  
  
"Sarcasm, Severus?"  
  
"Never."  
  
* Ciao! 


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